CHAPTER TEN
Thanos should have been used to marching at the head of units of men, leading them into battle. He was a noble, trained in violence, and had fought in the Stade.
He’d never been in a position quite like this, though.
The band at his back looked like Empire soldiers. At least, they looked as close to Empire soldiers as they’d been able to manage while taking uniforms and armor from the dead. Yet it was easy for Thanos to see that there wasn’t the same rigid discipline among them, maintained by the threat of the lash or the executioner’s blade. The rebels didn’t quite keep step with him as they marched, and they carried their own mixture of weapons, rather than anything officially issued by the army’s quartermasters.
“This had better work,” Akila said as they marched into vie
